You might have heard of me

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You might have heard of me
Cast within a shallow grave over three centuries of rapes, murders I am victim of European savagery
I was mentally buried they rewrote my history to promote his story
Now within a valley of dry bones I am spiritually and mentally dead without an obituary without sanctuary…Mary!...... don't you weep or moan
I used to bond my children to Tom and Jerry or some other sort of fairy…tale
I allowed within my home
Within this white man's heaven, Black, Hispanic and Native American man's hell
Like supermen can fly, up in the sky, it's a bird it's a plane
Naught! It's another little white lie
Why oh why, do we tell our children do not lie when we have taught them to lie?
But I and I descend within I
Took flight from behind the oppression of Babylon's crooked judicial system of which I am resistant
And my brain remains eccentric for I am disciplined
Yet my people are defenseless
Being manipulated by a one sided education that is mostly Eurocentric
God it was you that sent this
Curse upon your people now many of us act senseless
Operating on a physical plane from only our 5 senses
Esau murdered us but millions are being murdered by their education and media this instant
Too many remain maimed remaining miserable
Formerly we were much more spiritual
You might have heard of me before…oh you know
Before the Diaspora and we started thinking *** backward
This is the after math, niggas, bitches, whores, sinners and bastards
But you should do the math after
The black Christ returns here after
The God of Israel will back us if we extract the
Negativity……. And we learn to love each other and live together mentally, spiritually that will improve our conditional physically
Then perform your addition, division multiplication, and subtraction
That is actual supreme mathematics
Only then will He deliver you and me
From behind these invisible walls
For now we insult, hate, hurt, and divide one against the other disrespect our women and ball
On the court or some other white designed sort of sports
Like pushing little white rocks and herbs from candy stores and street corners and, or project doors
We deserve more we were once Moors
A few sell out our people and assist on keeping us crammed together as cattle is a stall that's too smalls
Do I have to spell everything out to you all?
Ghettos, projects, hoods, 5th and 6 wards
Lord, Lord Lord!
I am soaring beyond the manipulative prison gates
Constructed of lies and miss education
I am communicating through those of stone
Confining our people throughout this nation
You might have heard of me
The once great one
I must awake them with refinement to demolish self degradation
Remove the shackle from their minds and feet this is the great escape
I have been running this marathon to liberate
Yet some of my people transformed to snakes
The results are us losing this race
The Black one! But I'm going to rap to son
Mean while I am attempting to liberate her, him and you
While Satan's Secret Societies measure my every move my dude
360 I revolve and it's no coincident
I keep going and going because as previously stated I am immortal times infinite
Accelerating at 19 squared minus 1 heart beats per second
My mind is like a Torah, God is the lecturer, and my tongue is an extremely deadly weapon
Proceed with Caution for my aim is exceptional
You might have heard of me I am the original man "the professional"

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